Chapter Twenty – Three. Why!
Hannah’s Point of View.
The stench of bleach burns at my nostrils, and my eyes water incessantly as I scrub the last square of the great hall, in the old stone castle.
It has taken me, my mam, and my sister-in-law close to three hours, to bleach every inch of the floors in the two rooms that will be used for the banquet and cocktail parties.
I glance over to Mam, and honestly, by the redness of her eyes, and the way she is flaring her nostrils, she is not faring any better than me.
Normally, we would have some help, from members of both the Silverback pack, and the Royal Crescent Moon pack, and the bleach would be a pleasantly fragrant disinfectant.
However, today it is just the three of us, with copious amounts of bleach.
Why?
Because there had
